I was saving this title for a day when these words actually had a meaning for me.Oddly enough, that time is now.
On my way out of New York I can't think of anything else but: I belong to this place.Waking up with a smile every morning to go to a crappy job is not usual stuff. Just getting out of my bedroom and joining the flow of people to the subway, being one of them (just a little bit less rude) was a good pay back for me.
Oh baby baby it's a wild world.
This Megabus bringing me to Boston is killing me. It's doing it on purpose. The departure was on 34th street, between 11th and 12th. We jumped on and got two second floor front seats and then I realized: the driver is heading uptown. West side, of course.
As soon as we cross 81st street and we are approaching the hardcore emotional area (and I start smelling Harlem) I can't keep it together anymore.
I had managed not to cry until that moment, impressive.
Not that I actually made a scene on the bus, Patricia, so don't roll up your eyes for me. No weird faces or gasps, just tears that couldn't fit in my eyes anymore.
New York is a place that I could call home for some time and I feel incredibly blessed for this.
I had to deal with a lot of valueless, mean people, but I also got to spend time with some of the most amazing people I've ever met. People who make me wanna be a better person, people who inspire me do "more". I just wish I had the right words for you, but unfortunately I don't.
I just wish I had one more day. To tell you everything. But I ran out of time. Or maybe the time was just right.
I achieved the dream of my life, it wasn't easy, but I did it.
And you know what the song says: if I made it here, I can make it everywhere.
No matter what's next
I will always have
A sunset in Williamsburg
